KWAHU KACHINA
In
how many guises do we fly? Man within a bird's facade blesses
a callow would-be deadly manufactured aviary,failures of body and mind when we finally
stood up Man yet bird dreaming of vertiginous flight.
A
world of phobic loops sounding the flaring of untamed stars, with
stochastic harpoons piercing Athena's
hi-tech shield harmlessly hissing as our "apehood's fire"
parachutes down to a blushing Mars.
Wars
begin in testicular mazes, gods drafting to suffer their
pains as metaphors in their illusionary games.
Red-beaked,
red-eared, from listening to mythologies,
mystic flowers blooming in all directions petals flying
fluttering ropes, a belt of
inquisitive shells, bells, agravic shoes...
After
the feast of recidivist blood, life biodegraded
to molecular mud, only he will ascend, Kwahu
Kachina—
AFTER
THE END
